When Murong Jiu led Ye Qinghuan to the room to wait for lunch, the shadow came indifferently to report that Murong Yu had returned to the palace.

"Let it be." Murong Jiu seemed to be careless, not caring about Murong Yu's reaction.

He looked at Ye Qinghuan with gentle eyes, and there was nothing else in his eyes except for the little girl.

Seeing this, the shadow retreated in amusement.

Watching the shadow leave and closing the door, Ye Qinghuan was a little depressed, in the eyes of these people, was she innocent a long time ago?

Of course, now is not the time to be depressed about these mundane things.

She looked at Murong Jiu curiously, and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Uncle Nine really wants to let the emperor pro-government?" ”

Murong Jiu hooked his lips and smiled, his eyes were still gentle, but his smile had a hint of evil awe: "What? Huanhuan doesn't believe that this king will delegate power? ”

"Not really." Ye Qinghuan shook his head, pointed at his chin with one finger, and the corners of his lips curled slightly: "I just think it's better to have a lot of silver!" ”

Murong Jiu immediately chuckled, and after a while, he blinked his thick black eyes, and his eyebrows were dyed with a touch of Yiyu: "Isn't Huanhuan the most fond of gold?" ”

While dealing with Gongzi City, she did not hesitate to design the Protectorate Mansion, just to get the title deed of the location of the gold mine, and she pit people for gold, and I don't see how much she loves silver.

"I want gold to be of great use." At the mention of gold, Ye Qinghuan suddenly became interested: "Uncle Jiu, do you know? Mu Qingmao......"

Ye Qinghuan frowned slightly and paused.

Although Mu Qingmiao had told her that his sister was the wife of the patriarch of the Moon God Clan, ...... She just shook it out, isn't it?

Or, Mu Qingmiao deliberately told her to test whether she would tell her Uncle Nine?

"This king doesn't want to hear the names of other men from Huanhuan's mouth...... Especially, it's this damn Mu Qingmiao! A gleam flashed in Murong Jiu's eyes, and he leaned over and sucked the pink red lips hard.

In the tone, there was a strong smell of vinegar, as if the whole room was sour all at once.

Ye Qinghuan quickly came back to his senses, covered his mouth and giggled: "Uncle Nine is really a big vinegar jar." ”

She quickly turned the topic back, looked at Murong Jiu with her cheeks and said, "I just think that Murong Yu is not very suitable for pro-government, and his city government is not enough, I'm afraid he can't fight those old foxes in the court." ”

After coming for so long, she also has a certain understanding of the situation in Dongchu, and it seems that the matter of eating the king and being loyal to the king is actually all in their own way, and their interests are paramount.

In a dynasty, the struggle within a few decades of the founding of the country is the most complicated, there are too many heroes, and there are countless people who are complacent.

Especially at this moment, the military power cannot be unified, and the emperor has a headache.

If it weren't for the Nine Emperor Uncle in Eastern Chu who had been suppressing this chaotic situation for ten years, I'm afraid Murong Yu would have been pulled down from power and become a puppet monarch!

"When does Huanhuan think he will be suitable for pro-government?" Murong Jiu looked at Ye Qinghuan with a shallow smile, and did not answer the rhetorical question, his dark phoenix eyes flashed with a little streamer, and he was charming for a moment.

I like to see the little girl's smart and clever appearance, she is the treasure of his palm, and he can't see enough.

Ye Qinghuan was stunned by the question, and it took a while to come to his senses: "Uncle Nine wants him to accept frustration education?" ”

Frustration education? Murong Jiu's eyebrows raised slightly, and the curvature of the corners of his lips became more and more obvious: "This king probably understands what Huanhuan means, so ...... It should be regarded as frustration education! ”

"So, what if he can't grow up?" Ye Qinghuan was very curious, did he plan to carry the burden of Dongchu for the rest of his life?

He didn't care about this country, she could see it.

Murong Jiu's eyes suddenly became deep, the corners of his lips were obviously hooked, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, and it was unusually cold.

"Then—swap it out!" Murong Jiu spoke coldly without hesitation, full of domineering.